That night, Vicia and Wen Lin shared a lot of childhood memories together.

Not feeling tired, not tired, Visia didn't fall asleep until the dawn was twilight.

Wen Lin waited for the sound of breathing beside her to become slow and long, and sat up lightly, staring at Vicia for a while.

She slept very well. Even when she fell asleep, she maintained an elegant and restrained sleeping position, with a little redness on her cheeks and occasional twitching of her eyelashes.

The heart was suddenly filled with fluffy feathers, full of softness.

After walking outside the door and instructing someone to send a letter to the Wang Ting, Wen Lin lay back on the bed again, and this time she took the initiative to lean against Vicia.

Rongrong's warmth invaded immediately, and Wen Lin felt very comfortable, so she couldn't help leaning against Vicia until she gently cuddled her.

She slept until the afternoon, and Vicia woke up before Wenlin. What surprised her was that the two of them rolled into a ball at some point.

Wen Lin was shrinking in her arms, her cheeks blushing from the heat from the bedding.

There was a moment of dizziness in her mind, Vicia didn't move, her eyes swept over Wen Lin's eyebrows gently, and then she raised her hand and rubbed Wen Lin's cheek very lightly.

With such a posture, Wen Lin will definitely be overwhelmed when she wakes up. Vichy curled the corners of her lips, slowly released her arms, and moved back a little bit.

After moving away, Vicia still stared at Wen Lin, her mind moved slightly, she suddenly leaned over and gave Wen Lin a light peck on the lips.

I sighed in my heart, hiding some sweet and astringent helplessness.

Beneath the white-robed priest is the white-robed deacon. Since Bishop Wen Lin has the attitude of letting things go, the five white-robed deacons from the Diocese of Sol came to visit No. 16 Tuva Road early in the morning.

Originally, the deacons had no real power and were in charge of several small villages. However, since the Diocese of Sol had never had a white-robed priest in charge before, the deacons gradually took over the powers of the priests.

After Wen Lin was promoted to the white-robed priest, she didn't care about anything, and she couldn't see anyone in the church. Now that she was promoted to bishop, she didn't seem to want to interfere with the food of the parish.

As soon as the deacons discussed it, they took the initiative to find them.

Wen Lin's identity is too special. She holds both an official position in the government and a priesthood in the church, especially with 50,000 troops in her hands.

Considering this aspect, even if the deacons didn't want to hand over their rights, they had to take the initiative to show their favor and take the opportunity to explore Wen Lin's realities.

However, what surprised them was that the reception at the mansion was meticulous and meticulous, so that no one could pick out the slightest fault, but Bishop Wen Lin did not show up for a long time.

After being left for a breakfast, was left for a Chinese meal.

The food was delicious, so delicious they couldn't resist.

After the Chinese meal, the group looked at each other in dismay and whispered from time to time.

"Bishop Wen Lin is really in a hurry. It doesn't look like he's going to give us a chance?"

"Probably not,"

Several deacon officers were apprehensive, and if they were able to entertain them so thoughtfully, they would have nothing to say.

Just as the deacons were still waiting boredly, Wen Lin appeared on the spiral staircase on the left.

"Thank you all, it's been a long wait,"

Wen Lin was wearing a very simple linen robe, and all the deacons stood up and saluted when they saw it.

"What are you guys looking for me for?"

Without squinting, he walked to the top of the table and sat down, the elegant hem of his clothes fell gracefully, and a sense of oppression that was very similar to His Majesty Vicia was surging around him.

The deacons suddenly panicked, and hurriedly said, "We are all here to inform you about the educational affairs of the Diocese of Mingsor,"

Thinking of Vicia who was still waiting, Wen Lin leaned back in the chair, showing a little impatience, "Speak what you need to say as soon as possible,"

The most basic is the regional boundaries that the parish divides each parish, including the total number of baptists living in the parish.

The second is how many parishes are divided into the parish, how many church members are there in each parish, the taxes collected by the parish every year, and the income from the sale of indulgences, etc…

Finally, the deacon deliberately emphasized the bishop's duty.

It is the duty to inspect part or all of the diocese every year, and at least once every five years to inspect the entire diocese; not to leave the diocese on major festivals such as Holy Week and Pentecost for reasons other than major urgency; To offer Mass for the people entrusted to one's own people...[1] Refer to "Catholic Diocese Management System"

After listening for a while, Wen Lin interrupted them in time, "I see, if there is nothing else, you can leave,"

"what,"

The deacons didn't react and looked at Wen Lin blankly.

Are there no other specific orders and arrangements?

Wouldn't it be better to delve into the annual income of the parish?

Don't you just ask about the arrangements of the clergy?

…

When the deacons were at a loss, Wen Lin smiled and nodded and left.

Just leave them guessing Wen Lin's intentions in the front hall, so Bishop Wen Lin means that everything is business as usual? They still hold the authority of the white-robed priest?

After returning to the Holy See, the deacons were still at a loss, and they couldn't guess Wen Lin's intention after thinking hard.

As soon as she went up the stairs, Wen Lin saw Vicia walking over with a smile.

She changed into rough linen clothes, her hair was tightly tied with a turban, and her face was covered with a layer of dark powder.

Very decent camouflage.

Squinting her eyes, Wen Lin asked with a smile, "Where is Your Majesty going?"

Arms passed around Wen Lin's elbows, and Vicia pulled her down without changing her expression. "Of course, I'm going to see the diocese under Bishop Wen Lin's jurisdiction."

"I think you'd better go back to the royal court. I can visit the parish by myself."

"No, Your Excellency, I reject your offer,"

The smile at the corner of his mouth melted into his eyes, revealing a lack of restraint.

Happy tone.

It seems that Vicia is in a particularly good mood, and her usually dignified and stern face is particularly vivid at this time.

Wen Lin's lips moved, but she didn't say anything more, looking at Vicia's helpless smile, she didn't know when there was a trace of pampering.

Mrs. Yaz, who had a panoramic view of the intimate interaction between the two, took a deep breath with restraint, and set aside the other maids first, leaving only Bessie and Namar to serve.

Wen Lin, who didn't want to make a big splash, put on the same dress with Vicia, and even the knights stationed outside the mansion were asked to put on the same disguise.

The streets were bustling with people, and the crowded people and the noisy hawking seemed to drive away the chill in the air.

The knights disguised themselves as commoners and scattered around Zavisia and Wen Lin.

The crowd was mixed, although there was no danger, but to be on the safe side, Wen Lin still grabbed Vicia's hand, warmth seeping from between her fingers to her palm.

It's a reassuringly familiar temperature.

Vichy glanced at her sideways, a special light flashed from the bottom of her eyes, and she scratched at Wen Lin's palm as if in response.

The destination of the two was a small monastery near the city gate-Funtings Abbey, where Father Carson served, located in the most chaotic slum in the entire Diocese of Sol.

Across the street, they are two completely different worlds.

The slums are full of dilapidated and dilapidated houses. Several people with rotten flesh hanging on their bodies are lying in the middle of the dirty trail. The pedestrians are in ragged clothes and their haggard expressions make people suspect that they will be taken away by God in the next second. .

The more you go inside, the stronger the disgusting stench, and from time to time you can see huge mice blatantly scurrying about.

Looking at it this way, Wen Lin and her party, who were clean and intact, were obviously the bright intruders.

Several coveted eyes have already fallen on Wen Lin and her party. The reason why it has become the most chaotic slum is because it is not only full of poor people, but also many desperate desperados.

As long as they have the opportunity to eat a meal, they may not know what to do.

Wen Lin blocked in front of Vicia without showing a trace, but Vicia didn't care at all, and instead asked, "Your Excellency Wen Lin, will you have pity on them? In your Garden of Eden, Does such a place exist?"

"Your Majesty, of course," Wen Lin did not answer the first question, but accelerated her pace and headed for Fangtings Monastery.

Wen Lin was lost in thought, she didn't know how to answer the first question.

Looking at the scene here, Wen Lin's mind came to the words that the master left to her back then, "The compassion of the strong is useless, the only one who can save yourself is yourself,"

He has given up on himself, and is used to relying on begging and robbing. Those who survived the calamity and oppressed the more vulnerable beings will not see the light.

Perhaps because they were afraid of the large number of Wen Lin and her group, even if many homeless people gathered and were about to move, they did not dare to make a real move.

The closer you get to the Fangtings Monastery, the more homeless people are scattered. When you reach the gate of the monastery, there is no one homeless person to be seen.

In front of the monastery is a road, a road that looks extraordinarily clean in the pickled environment.

Looking up, the monastery can hardly hide its dilapidation. The stone bricks and cracks on the wood underneath are one after another, but it is not difficult to see that someone is maintaining it carefully.

In such a large area, not a single weed can be seen.

I walked over and knocked on the door, and soon a priest came to the door.

His head was full of white hair, his limbs were thin, as if only a layer of leather was wrapped around his bones, and his movements were trembling and very slow.

Wen Lin and the others didn't say anything, and the old priest who came to open the door first pointed to the southeast corner and said,

"Father Carson is in the chapel,"

After opening the door, the old priest walked away tremblingly.

The monastery was very quiet, and apart from an old priest, no one else could be seen.

Letting the knights stay outside the door, Wen Lin clasped Vicia's hand and walked towards the chapel.

A similarly gray-haired old man was leaning over the table translating the scriptures.

There was no response to the arrival of Wen Lin and Vicia.

When her eyes swept across the colorful ornaments on the hand of the old priest, Wen Lin's eyes suddenly froze, a small metal ball that completely reproduced the whole picture of the earth.

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